Saudi Arabian Grand Prix جائزة السعودية الكبرى (Saudi Arabian/English)‎

27 turns on the hot sand
The sun is a burning kalb (dog)
Let’s beg him to give us some shade
Jeddah sinks into the sunrise

I turned on the ignition key
The engine started with a bang
The sand cried, I smiled thinking of my grave
The wind is the only kandáishan (air conditioning) of the desert

250 km/h Jeddah Corniche Circuit
The night falls and chokes the speed
My car is a dream of light
The clouds have disappeared in the motor oil

And I let myself be intoxicated by the wind,
I know that Khalid Ben Sultan is waiting for my victory
I am the fastest driver in history
The night falls and chokes the speed

The sky is kahrabáa’i (electric)
The sand spurts under my thick wheels
I put on white latex gloves
I’m gonna win the Arabian Grand Prix

Mile after mile
Praying to life to make me fly
My málik (king) is waiting for me from his ivory tower
I am the fastest driver in history

Winter has the cold eyes of a mára (woman)
And the burning body of my race car
Tilted at 12 degrees I fly in silence
The sky opens before my speed

Maa:al áaish (it doesn’t matter) if I die
As long as my Porsche finishes the circuit
Night falls, I pray to the stars
To let me cross the finish line

And I think of your half-moon face
That made the Arabian mists blush
Your hands as thin as candles
You, this woman who didn’t love me

I am the fastest driver in history
Kilometer after kilometer
I erase the patience of the dunes
My málik (king) is waiting for me on his balcony in Jeddah

My heart is maksúur (broken) I loved an angel
I hear you laughing in the shrill night
My eyes close, the hood of my car smokes
I fly over the dunes

The moon cradles my bruised body
The sand seeps into the folds of my shirt
I saw your face in the Arabian night
I loved you, that was my bet my speed

I am the fastest driver in history
Mujtáhid (relentless), sari̇́i: (fast), infernal,
Tonight I let the night win the race
Jeddah sinks in the fog

The motor oil stinks the black sky
My heart is maksúur (broken) I loved an angel
My málik (king) is waiting for me in a garden of roses and palm trees
And I think of your face as the dunes fade

250 km/h Jeddah Corniche Circuit
Maa:al áaish (it doesn’t matter) if I die
As long as your happy heart forgets me
Inclined at 12 degrees the night swallows me,

Mile after mile

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